GROWN A$$ MAN

I'm a grown ass man, on my own but with my clan
And I always know the plan, rob the home get what you can
Raid the fridge, Black and Tan, change the pitch, let the voices pan
Put you in a ditch, I ain't even got no choice man
Cuz ya ass a snitch, when you dead I'm rejoicin, fam
Hit em wit a glitch, stop the beat, Rolls-Royce son
And I'm finna get you fuckin' done
Toast you like a cinna-bun
At most I'll have a little fun
They call me a ghost, I make they bones brittle son
Use em as a roast, stuff em with the sour skittles, what?
Sittin' at my post, split a rillo, throw the guts
Take an acid dose, feelin' mellow in the cut
Sayin adios to my fellows in a rut
Can't keep em close if I wanna get my nut